failing at sleep

tonight i write by not writing
saying all those things
in my head
to myself

or just parts of all those tried these past few weeks
so it goes like


blue eyes
tried to write tonight
but looks like it will have to be
tomorrow when the sun comes up
and shows me pain again

or one night

lifted above the clouds
slow like an angel
to see what will be
lain on this heart and
then this page
but slow like an angel

and then closer

when it's night
all the moments dance
in my head
a picture show
without a sound
where you spin and spin

where we all spin
muddled together
until the pain forgets
who it should bother

and these words just
appear like apparitions
like you are tonight
a ghost in my head
trying to keep us at bay

but these words fail it may seem
fail me as sleep might come
falling deep and deeper
into something unclear as of yet

a sleep that promises joy on waking
so it goes
still sleeping